#vers.insomnia

❝No, I can’t calm down. One of these days I am just going to kill him with my own hands, I swear to God.❞

At least this time, it was something much lighter than before. Which meant he could control it better, couldn’t he? And he had tried that before, long long time ago. It was relaxing and it made him feel like he was no longer worried much about anything. Now he could see why some people did that quite often. Still, he hated the smell. The television was on, playing a movie he was meant to be watching, but for now he was satisfied with the background noise it created and staring at the ceiling. He heard the door open — he should really lock that thing and when he saw Angela he tried to clean the air around him with his hands, forgetting for a moment that he was actually holding a joint.    ❝It’s not what it looks like.❞ he was trying not to laugh as he said this and got up to walk to her  ❝You have to admit, it could be worse.❞

It had been almost a month and they were still doing this. He expected that he would be bored of it by now, that somehow something would happen to make him feel better on his own. And yet, there he was.

❝I have to leave.❞ he announced her over coffee one morning. ❝Go to Denmark, to my son.❞ he added quickly, knowing he would have to clarify this more ❝FBI is finally letting me leave the country.❞ he paused, his eyes still avoiding hers. If he looked at her, he could change his mind. If he thought about what he was leaving behind, he wouldn’t want to go. But he had to. ❝Only if I leave… I am not sure that I can come back.❞

❝I have a surprise for you.❞ he smiled lightly as he came in.    ❝A little gift. Guess what it is.❞